It is somehow oddly comforting, to look up at a cloudless, moonless night sky such as this, and see our neighbors - Jupiter, Venus, and Mars - shining down on me; to notice the ruddy twinkling of Betelguese, pinning the cloak to Orion’s shoulder - twinkles that have taken nearly six hundred years to race across the heavens and settle at last in my eyes; to realize that all of these vast heavens covered with pinpricks of light, both faint and bright, are but one, tiny corner in all that is. Slowly my troubles begin to melt from my heart like ice thawing in Spring. Tomorrow that report will scream again to be completed. Tomorrow it will matter that the floor needs to be mopped. Tonight it is enough to know that I am nothing more than stardust in an endless universe.